He’s been busy and so have I; plus we don’t have the requisite scratch for another ep of 72nd to Canal (if you happen to have 22 grand lying around, shoot me an email). We haven’t seen each other in a bit – life just gets in the way.
But his girl checked in with me today (she’s a sweetheart) and I recalled one of my more interesting conversations with him.
Him: Six months? Me: Well…yeah, pretty much… Him: Wow. I think I’d explode. Me: Dude, it’s not that bad. I think I could make a year. Him: That’s in-sane! One year?!? Me: Oh yeah, I’m like a camel. I wanna wait until I find someone I really like. Him: You’re not getting any younger, man. And no one lies on their deathbed thinking, Oh, I’m glad I didn’t hit that when I was 34. Me: (shrugging) I’m ok. Plus, have you seen me lately? Him: (scoffing) I’m looking right at ya – you should take what your goblin ass can get.
Location: 10PM yest, Broadway & 82nd, wondering
Mood: hard to say
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Got a package in the mail the other day from The Laura. She had sent me some clothes because she mentioned that she had some in my size.
The thing is that we’ve only ever met three times and each time very briefly. So the gesture was all the more appreciated because it was so unwarranted. She even sent a lovely card.
Berlingirl stopped by on Sunday. She’s going home this week and I’m most likely in Syracuse by the time you read this so we won’t see each other again for a while.
But I told her that she has a friend in NYC if she ever comes back.
Me: It was nice meeting you too. Her: (smiling) Will you see that girl you like this week? Me: I hope so. Her: (She smiled, leaned in and gave me a kiss) Strange. I’ve never kissed a German-speaking, Chinese-American in a Mexican museum exhibit before. Me: And now you have. Her: (laughing) Yes, I have. I hope you have a happy life, Logan.
The world can be a nice place sometimes. I forget.
Ich vergesse so viel…aber du vergesse ich nie. Gute reise!
Client: I need you in Syracuse next week. (pause) Think of it as a roadtrip. Me: (scoffing) Sheeyah…
Conversations with a friend:
Him: So basically, we’d be renting out small dogs for guys that wanna meet chicks. Me: Well, what’s gonna happen when the betty actually shows up at the guy’s house and there’s no dog? Him: That’s the brilliant part, he can just go, “Oh, Spike got hit by a car.” Then he also gets the sympathy vote too. Me: Well, that’s just insane. Him: Plus imagine we get a dog with only three legs. (pause) That’d be like…like gold! Me: You’re going to hell.
Saw a concert with Camera Obscura and The Last Town Chorus
Hopping on a 6AM train bound for Baltimore tomorrow. Exam.
Not ready but when are we ever for these tests we take in life?
Did go to that concert Friday at the seaport to see Camera Obscura. Opening act was The Last Town Chorus – that’s a pic of the lead singer, sorry so blurry, I was hella far away. They sang a cover of Bowie’s Modern Love.
Told the Grey-Eyed Girl I went with that I got dropped off by my party bus rental at the seaport and spent my prom night there. She got a kick outta that. Been in this @#$! town too long.
Speaking of towns, looks like she and I are heading for Friendsville – weird, it’s usually me driving there. Well, it happens.
Been on 20 dates with 14 girlies in 60 days. Plus I met two separate women on the way to the concert. Not sure I’m cut out for this modern love – I’ve essentially turbo-charged my disappointments and disappointing. Perhaps I’m just all charm and no substance.
Startin’ to think dating’s just an excuse for me to blow coin I ain’t got, time I don’t have and hope I can’t spare.
A girl I was seeing (past tense) invited me to see Grosse Point Blank with some of her friends and family on their roof and I’ve gotta say it was awesome. She didn’t stay long, she just wanted to know what it felt like to be dating a cowboy.
First of all, I love that film. If you haven’t seen it, you must. Think it was the last great movie Cusack was in – Pivin was great in it too. Holds up to the test of time.
Guess I also liked it because the whole experience was just fun.
It’s kinda disappointing when you meet and get along with someone’s family and friends. You never just stop seeing the person, you stop seeing everyone they came with too.
Names, faces, places? They all blend together to that soupy grey I hate so much.
Modern love is like shelf-stable food; kinda real, mostly not
Note to self: 48 oz of black coffee with DayQuil in one sitting is way too much caffeine.
Pardon me as I curl up and shake myself to death.
Actually posted a happy date story once. Of course that too went to hell but that’s neither here nor there. And I had two nice dates recently but one ended up as a figurative train wreck; the other, a literal car wreck.
A while back, I did see a girl I’ve was orbiting around for almost a year right before she got gone.
Me: Hey, just wondering if that invitation for lunch still open… Her: Hi! (pause) Did you ever work through your things? Me: (pause) In a manner of speaking. Her: What does that mean? Me: (thinking) There’s this river, Lethe, that the Greeks thought that, when you died, your spirit went there to drink from it so you could forget your former life and get on with your new one. Her: Okaaay…creepy…and… Me: (laughing) You’re trying to forget someone; I’m trying to forget someone. It’s like that song This Modern Love, Do you wanna come over and kill some time? Her: (laughing) This has got to be worst invitation for a date I’ve had since junior high. Me: I go for the superlative. (pause) So…you wanna come over and kill some time? Her: (thinking) Sure.
Interestingly, in classical Greek, lethe could also mean the opposite of truth; the opposite of real.
This modern love is like lactose-free, shelf-stable, non-fat, non-dairy cream.
All the trappings of the real thing without a drop of it.
Not even a drop.
She’s a sweetheart. I hope she finds something someone real.
My favourite line in Forrest Gump is when he goes, I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is. I thought about that with a girl I met up with recently and a girl I haven’t seen in a little while.
Her: Because I know. Me: What do you mean? Her: I know what it’s like when a guy’s crazy in love with me. I’ve had crazy love before, where I know, he’s only thinking of me. Now it’s the worst because I compare every guy to him. He’s ruined me. It’s my curse. Because now I know what it could be – what it should be… (after another half hour, I kissed her on the cheek and got up to go) You don’t have to go, you know. Me: (laughing) We both know I do.
Been out and about a lot these days. It’s the luck of the draw. Just how it happens.
I wanted to tell you a happy story but tell me that these aren’t more interesting?
Had coffee late the other night with a girl I met just last week. Here’s a discussion I had with a friend when I got home.
Him: Hey, you’re back. She seemed really cool. Me: She was. But, we both decided not to see other again. Him: (surprised) What? Just like that? You guys seemed to get along really well – she’s pretty, smart, an omnivore, AND an insomniac. That’s right up your alley. Me: I know, I know, I know. Him: Politics? Me: Interestingly, no…just a…personal choice I made that she disagrees with. Him: Have you really thought this through? Me: (thinking) Probably not. But she has my digits, she knows where to find me. Plus, maybe I’ll call her if things change with me. Him: (pause) Man, you’re a self-sabotaging bastard. Me: (sigh) I know, I know, I know.
My life/blog has turned oddly self-referential in that, when people want to know what I’m up to, I point them towards this but then again, some of those interactions become part of the blog. It’s hard to explain and I’m a bit muddle-headed these days so I’m not going to attempt to clarify further.
Thought of this because I got a phone call recently asking what I was up to. I, of course, pointed him here. Afterwards, he called me back and we had another conversation that reminded of an old MASH skit regarding this:
Him: So what happened? Me: I don’t kiss and tell. Him: Did you kiss? Me: Can’t you tell?